[Verse 1] I was born where the sirens scream, Brooklyn nights and a dying dream. Needle whispers in alleyway sin, Another fix, let the fire begin. My brother's ghost still haunts my mind, Sold my soul one hit at a time. But the door swung wide, pulled through the flame, A world of guns, no one’s the same. [Pre-Chorus] Now I walk with a man made of stone, Chasing shadows where the devil’s grown. Left my chains in a burning street— Now it’s fate I aim to meet. [Chorus] Yeah, I’m a junkie with a loaded past, But I found my soul at the barrel’s blast. In the land of dead and gunfire rain, I fight the dark, I bleed through pain. From the shadows of Brooklyn, To the edge of the Tower, I rise— In my final hour. [Verse 2] Roland’s eyes are cold as war, But he saw more in me than score. Kicked the habit, paid the dues, Walked through hell in bloodstained shoes. The Tower calls, I can't look back, Riding death on a phantom track. Every shot, a chance to change, Even junkies can break their chains. [Pre-Chorus] Gave my love, gave my fight, Found a reason in the night. No more lies, no more dope, Only bullets, blood, and hope. [Chorus] Yeah, I’m a junkie with a loaded past, But I found my soul at the barrel’s blast. In the land of dead and gunfire rain, I fight the dark, I bleed through pain. From the shadows of Brooklyn, To the edge of the Tower, I rise— In my final hour. [Bridge / Solo] (instrumental break with emotional, wailing guitar solo) [Breakdown – Spoken] "You don’t choose the fight. The fight chooses you. And if I fall… I fall free." [Final Chorus] I was a junkie, now I’m a gun, Chose my war, and I won. No more needles, just the flame, In the Tower’s shadow, I carved my name. From the gutters of Brooklyn, To the halls of power, I rise— In my final hour.
